I have reclaimed my space

The black holes in my bedroom I was afraid would swallow me

I have filled with belly aching laughter and soft strokes of skin

It took me longer than I had liked, I’ve always expected more of myself than I could give

But I found strength in patience and showed myself sides I never knew I had

I used to call myself a plain Jane, I was wrong

I am a kaleidoscope, a chameleon

I thought I was lost, I didn’t know who I was

But just because I couldn’t recognise it doesn’t mean it wasn’t me there

I am a kaleidoscope, a chameleon

I am a chameleon soul

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